Hussar. We came to destroy brigands.
Grenadier. Brigands! That is to say, my unfortunate self, and other labourers like you and me. After this, well might we be made to sing about
"Vile blood soaking our furrows!"
I see now this "vile blood" was yours, my friend, and that of brave men like you. Cursed be those who forced us to fight together!
Hussar. Cursed be the contrivers of War!
War (advancing). Shame on you, degraded warriors! Your very wives would disown you. (The Dead gaze fixedly.) You are silent! What have you to answer?
Peace. The Dead do not reply. (Points with her hand to the stage entrance.) These shall answer for them.
Enter Four Veiled Women.
[One of the Veiled Women slowly advances. When in front of the stage she lifts her veil, and is seen by the audience. The others afterwards do the same.